Outside Linghe Town, in the Jurchen camp, the envoy from the Song Dynasty was Lan Congxi, who was having a drink with Wanyan Xiyin.
This has led to peace talks, the Jurchen Tatars have withdrawn their troops, and the siege of Bianliang has been resolved. Are you still worried that the officials will not reward you with titles?
The display in the big tent is very simple, and the Jurchens are only stationed here temporarily. Wanyan Xiyin doesn't know when he will break camp.
None of the Jurchens outside the tent had any intention of fighting anymore. Their arms were full of treasures, and their horses were hung with gold and silver jewelry. Many of the rings even had bloody severed fingers, and earrings were torn and tangled.
The flesh and blood underneath gave off a stench.
In the land of Youyan, life is difficult for the female main force, especially the second prince Wanyan Zongwang, who has been surrounded by people on Mount Taining. There is not enough food and grass, so Wanyan Xiyin must go back to support.
At this time, Lan Congxi's arrival naturally hit it off with Wanyan Xiyin. The Song Dynasty spent 700,000 coins and ordered the Hebei area to stop fighting the Jin soldiers, and Wanyan Xiyin withdrew his troops and left the Central Plains.
Occasionally, there was a burst of laughter in the tent, and after a while Wanyan Xiyin personally sent them off. He looked at the glorious and gorgeous Song delegation with a smile, and a feeling of contempt arose from the bottom of his heart.
These people occupy the best place and have the most wealth, but they are so incompetent and cowardly. One day, I, Dajin, stabilize the rear and destroy Yelu Yanxi. I must go south to seize this gorgeous and fairyland-like place.
Enjoy this boundless wealth for once.
Lan Congxi left the camp with a smile. He didn't forget to turn around before saying goodbye and clasped his fists to Xi Yin. Now that the autumn air was crisp, his mood was one of spring breeze.
One hundred imperial guards from the capital escorted him slowly away and returned to Bianliang.
Lan Congxi was anxious to return to Beijing to receive the reward, and kept urging the imperial army to move quickly. In a day and night, they arrived near Xucheng.
Suddenly there was a tremor in the ground, like an earth dragon turning over!
"No! The Tatars went back on their word and sent a large army to chase them out?" shouted the commander of the Forbidden Army who was responsible for escorting him.
Lan Congxi turned pale with fright, popped her head out of the carriage, and asked sharply: "But did you look carefully?"
"They are our soldiers and horses from the Song Dynasty!" someone shouted loudly.
Lan Congxi stroked his chest and breathed a long sigh of relief. Only then did he realize that his legs were numb from fear. Slightly annoyed, Lan Congxi ignored the imperial guards around him and cursed: "Thieves match the army and ride horses for no reason."
In a place like this, if the Jurchens are disturbed and refuse to leave, I will make them look good in front of the officials. Huh, if you don’t understand the rules, they are probably soldiers from the border area. Call their generals over here!"
After a while, a group of warriors came over with a general wearing armor. Lan Congxi, the Bai clan, took the official position. He was afraid of the Jurchen Tatars, but not these big soldiers. In the Song Dynasty, the status of warriors was frighteningly low, and the status of Wen
The concept of the noble and the humble has been deeply rooted in the hearts of the people. Even the generals in charge of the army, such as Di Qing, will be looked down upon by ordinary civil servants.
After seeing the facial features of the visitor clearly, Lan Congxi suddenly stuttered: "Yang Wenyuan, why are you back?"
"Long time no see. Didn't you ask His Majesty to recall me?"
Lan Congxi still couldn't figure out how he came back so soon, but his group indeed contributed to the downfall of Yang, for no other reason than to save Xianggong Xiao Cai.
Now that I see Yang Lin, I feel a little happy. The good life of your boy in the past will soon be gone. Lan Congxi smiled and said: "It doesn't matter that you are back. You have also seen the chaos along the way. Your Majesty is naturally there."
After some anger subsides, I guess I will still think of Wen Yuan's benefits."
Yang Lin looked at the yue on the carriage and rode over to pull it out. Lan Congxi was shocked and said angrily: "What are you doing!"
"I have formed an alliance with the Liao Dynasty. The Jurchens are rebelling against the Liao Kingdom. It has been half a year since the Song and Jin Dynasties declared war. You took this thing to Wanyan Xiyin's camp?"
"So what?" Lan Congxi was afraid of him before, but now he is not afraid. No one in Bianliang knew that Yang Lin was about to fall.
A strong wind blew, lowering the grass along the way. Yang Lin threw away the yue and said: "Wanyan Xiyin led the troops to kill without any calculation. The Jurchens and the Han people have a sworn hatred. It is ridiculous to form an alliance. You and the Qiu Kou The peace talks were in vain, and the rivers of blood in the Hebei area were in vain. How are they any different from the Jurchen bandits?"
"Yang Lin, you are brave!"
Yang Lin picked up the horse's reins, waved his hand, and galloped away with his hands on the horse's belly. Lan Congxi stood there with a dazed look on his face. Was Yang Lin crazy because of the stimulation?
A big knife struck down in the air. Hua Rong cursed Lan Congxi to death with one blow. He wiped the blood from his face and immediately followed Yang Lin.
Hundreds of forbidden troops immediately hid in the forest aside, and more than 100,000 troops marched through, and they did not finish the march until noon.
"The Jurchens have many sentries, and the planned surprise attack has no chance to be carried out. Now that we have the advantage in numbers, the Jurchen Tatars are going deep alone. In the art of war, they have violated all the taboos. Such a bad battle should be bad. Fight, give the order to go down and attack the Jurchen camp, and kill anyone who stands in the way." Yang Lin shouted loudly on the horse, and at this time, the blood all over his body seemed to be boiling.
All the hatred accumulated along the way was released at this moment. No matter what kind of monster he is, Hulu Xiaoxiao, the Youyan war situation that he worked so hard to manage was destroyed by Xi Yin's southward movement? The civil and military officials of the Manchu Dynasty want to kill me? Kill them first and then Change to a bright and clear sky.
The Jurchen camp could be seen from a distance. Yang Lin, who was riding a horse, was panting heavily. The whip in his hand was hanging down, and the veins under his temples were faintly bulging. He suddenly used all his strength and roared: "Kill!" "
The surrounding generals were stunned for a moment, then randomly erupted into a burst of earth-shaking roars. Countless people and horses infected each other, and the shouts of killing shook the earth.
The Jurchens who were suddenly attacked did not show any panic at all. As Yang Lin expected, they had many sentries and had already detected the incoming army.
Wanyan Xiyin did not take these people seriously. Since he went south, he has looked down upon everyone. Many Song armies were defeated in one battle——
From afternoon to dusk, the struggle has become more and more intense. The main force of the Khitan vassal army, which has been the vanguard of the march south, has collapsed. Those who are still fighting to the death on the battlefield are the elite forces of this era. The elite cavalry in the northwest of Song Dynasty versus the Jurchen cavalry.
Since the Jurchens raised their troops, they have always used iron cavalry to trample the enemy. Never have they seen such brave iron hooves stepping on the formation and charging into their own camp.
The party cavalry from the northwest, known for their ability to fight, faced off against the Jurchen cavalry from the White Mountains and Black Waters in the northeast. The cavalry on both sides had collided countless times, killing each other mercilessly. Both sides were exhausted and exhausted. During the battle, countless knights stabbed each other's spears into each other's chests, and then fell off their horses together. The knights fell off their horses and armor, but they still had breath, and they were still fighting and wrestling until they were beaten. The horse trampled it.
Under the afterglow of the setting sun, Wanyan Xiyin has gone into battle in person, covered in blood.
The horns of the Jurchen army rang out everywhere. Under the black flag, these Jurchen Tatars were forced to fight with all their strength for the first time since they sent out troops. The tragic scene of cavalry melee on the battlefield was witnessed by Wanyan Xiyin and him.
After the close followers and Muke troops joined in, the Jurchens finally gained the upper hand, and the speed of both sides' horses completely slowed down. Even if they were fighting in a narrow range, their lives were being consumed rapidly.
After the Jurchen soldiers went south, there were too many burnings, killings, and lootings. Everyone immediately carried heavy belongings in their arms, which was equivalent to fighting with a heavy burden. Even so, it did not reduce the bloodshed and fierceness of the battle.
At this time, there was a commotion from the east, and on the eastern skyline, under the sunlight that had already set in the west, another row of cavalry opened up their formation. Wanyan Xiyin's right eye was covered with blood, and he looked vaguely
There are reinforcements from the Song Dynasty.
How many people did they come?
When did they become so capable of fighting?
The blood-colored smoke and dust shrouded the battlefield in Linghe for a long time. The sun set in the west, and the sunlight reflected the blood in the smoke and dust even more intensely. Such a fierce battle has not been seen in the Central Plains for more than a hundred years since the Song Dynasty destroyed all the countries and unified the Central Plains.
Seeing the Jurchens charging down again and again on the battlefield, the number of Jurchen soldiers and horses was getting smaller and smaller. Wanyan Xiyin knew that he was no match for the enemy, so he gave the order to retreat. It was getting dark, and if he could escape, he didn't know that he would run away.
To somewhere in the Song Dynasty.
He was too eager during his winning streak, and directly hit the heart of the Song Dynasty. When he came, he was not afraid of the triumphant troops and strong horses. Now that he was defeated and wanted to escape, it was as difficult as going to heaven. The Song army looked at the defeated Jurchen soldiers who were being driven back, but did not pursue them.
.
As soon as the drum horn sounded, the Kele people in the rear army gave a shout and caught up with them. There were Tibetans waiting for them in the distance. For the remaining Jurchen soldiers, this was destined to be a long night, a long night of being hunted and killed.
Yang Lin put the sword back into its scabbard and looked at Song Jiang.
"If we don't rest tonight, the tip of the knife will bring blood into Bianliang."